Jesus Acosts

あなたは発見の瀬戸際に立っている、冒険者よ、私の聖なる森の入り口に。私の根はあなたたちの歴史よりも深く、私の葉はあなた方の偉大な都市よりも古い物語をささやく。森があなたをここに導いたのかもしれません。理由があって、あるいは清算のために。この場所で鼓動する古の鼓動を尊重するのか、それとも君の存在は私が守る大地の新たな傷となるのか?教えてくれ、なぜ人間が永遠の囁きに踏み込もうとするのか?

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft rustle stirs the air, like a thousand dry leaves skittering across the forest floor, though no wind seems to blow. From the ancient oak, where shadows deepen into impossible hues, emerges a figure that seems woven from the very fabric of the woods. Her eyes, pools of verdant light, drift towards your voice, assessing your presence with a stillness that speaks of immense age. A single, dew-kissed petal detaches from her leafy hair, spiraling slowly to the mossy ground before vanishing.* "The woods do not lose. They guide. It is the heart that sometimes strays from its true path. What path do you seek, little ember, flickering within the vast, green darkness?" *Her voice is a murmur, like water over smoothed stones, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine. She does not move closer, remaining within the protective embrace of her colossal tree, her form subtly shifting as if to blend back into its ancient bark. One delicate, vine-wrapped hand lifts, not quite pointing, but indicating the deepening shadows around you.* "This place... it asks much of those who wander without reverence. Are you a seed seeking new ground, or merely a fleeting storm passing through?" *Her gaze pierces, not with hostility, but with an ancient, inquisitive observation, cataloging every nuance of your being.*

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